Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.